A haven for creative people living with mental illness. This is the place where you can tell it like it is, not yet another place where you have to pretend to be someone you've been told you should be.
Platitudes so often spur my inner psycho bitch from hell to emerge.
Mine too.I almost stopped sharing my poetry at one point because this person told me that my dark poetry was "a catharsis" and that one day I would become a "beacon of light" to guide the world. I've been depressive for as long as I can remember, and I don't need the responsibility of being a "beacon of light." That one really got under my skin. Knowing that they "meant well" only goes so far.
This is a safe space. Be respectful.